Thursday, 15 March 2018


To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Wednesday, 14 March 2018


My therapist once said: "Jy moet die pleister aanhou aftrek totdat dit nie meer seer maak nie".

After 2 years those words still ring true as I came across this post:

By Sarah McCartan

Us humans, well, we like to band-aid everything.

We put on band-aids to cover up failures, to hide battle scars, to mask heartache. We put on band-aids in an attempt to disguise hurt, fear or doubt. We put on band-aids to try and ease the sting from the rejection we received, or to mend the burn we felt when we were forced to watch everything we care about be ripped from our grasp. We put on band-aids when we slip hard, to lessen the brunt of our falls.

We put on band-aids as a means of protection. We put on band-aid after band-aid to add barriers between us and everything we are afraid of. Everything that has hurt us, or has the potential to. We put on band-aids to dull the pain. We wear so many layers of band-aids that we don’t even recognize our own flesh and blood anymore. We wear so many band-aids that we forget what we look like. We forget who we are deep down at our core.

Ripping off a band-aid makes you feel uncomfortable. It makes you feel uncomfortable from the very moment you begin to think about ripping it off. When you aren’t sure that you want to go through with it. When you aren’t sure if you can. It makes you feel uncomfortable when it’s been completely removed. When the walls you’ve been building up have nowhere to go but down.

Ripping off a band-aid makes you feel exposed. It makes you feel open again, like you weren’t sure that you would ever be able to be. It makes you feel exposed when it forces you to see what’s been hiding there underneath the surface. When it forces you to see what you’ve been hiding from everyone’s eyes, including your own.

It’s time to rip off the band-aids.

The job you’re still working. The job you’re staying put at even though it’s eating at your soul.
Rip off the band-aid and go.

The person you’ve been wanting to be honest with, but find yourself waiting for the right words.
Rip off the band-aid and start talking. The words will come.

The walls you’ve spent years upon years building.
Rip off the band-aid and watch them fall, one by one.

The heartache you’ve become a master at ignoring, hoping that one day it will fade away.
Rip off the band-aid and learn to love again. Start with loving yourself.

The dream you’re too scared to pursue because you don’t know which direction to go to get there. Rip off the band-aid and start running. Every dream begins somewhere.

The hurt you’re too afraid to let yourself feel all over again. Rip off the band-aid and give it some air. Give it some time. Just let it breathe.

Ripping off a band-aid allows for new growth. It allows for a tougher skin to form.

It’s time to rip off the band-aids. It’s time to open up the wounds and let them heal.

It’s the only way to heal.

Sunday, 11 March 2018


Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. 
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi

Excessive judgments weigh you down and make you feel heavy-hearted and unsatisfied.
While we are judging and discerning human beings, sometimes it is just wonderful to allow the radiance of the universe to permeate your consciousness and just be, and just let go.
We are always making distinctions and labeling things as right and wrong, good or bad, true or untrue and so on.Sometimes it is exhausting to carry all the burden of excessive judgment.When you confront that situation, just take some deep breaths, sit in your favorite seated position in your sacred meditation space and just be.  
No judgment of technique.
No comparison.
No burden of the right way…or the wrong way..
Just descend into the sacred silence between thoughts, the place called the “gap” and meet your higher self in stillness.
Not my words....but i enjoyed reading it tonight.
Have a blessed week.

Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Trail paths

I was running in Tygerberg Nature Reserve this past Sunday to clear the mind and work those legs. Ok, perhaps more walking with the gradient hills and taking in the sights and the sounds of nature. As my mind became more quiet and aware it struck me that the trail paths resembles the paths God intended for us to take.

Every trail runner/hiker knows that you need to stay on the marked paths, if you wander off and take the wrong turn you are most likely going to get lost or hurt. And sometimes the trails have smaller paths that snakes from it, but eventually it joins the bigger, known path.

Along the way you will have signs to follow. Follow a particular path and you will end up with a destination in mind. Unfortunately in life it doesn’t always work like that. God might have this particular path set out for you, but only He knows that path. He still gave you free will to make your own choices. If you wander too far, or further away from Him, you stand the risk of being hurt.

But that is also how you learn. If you didn’t wander down that crooked path, fell down, crawled, cried…with grazed knees, you might not have learned that valuable lesson.

That is the beauty of life and the choices you make…

How is your trail path looking? Dangers lurking around the bend or are you seeing the beauty and feeling confident in the choices you made?

Thursday, 15 February 2018

Mozart & Salieri

Spoil yourself
immerse yourself in the arts
in Mozart
in ballet
in dance
in classical tunes
in love
Cape Town City Ballet superbly presented Alexander PUSKIN’s short story of Mozart & Salieri
Breathtakingly beautiful…

PS. In my next life I want to be a ballerina…

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Happy 2 years

Woman, we tend to be complicated.
Our brains are wired differently, and rightly so.
My brain in particular is a haywire of different crazy lines with a million connections,
all functioning at the same time.
Men on the other hand are not complicated, and I believe that is why the female specie gets so frustrated at times. How can they be so at peace doing nothing, thinking of nothing while I feel like I'm going 200 miles per hour in a 60 mile speed zone!?

I suppose we can just laugh and learn from them.
Sometimes you need to slow down.
Smell the aromatic coffee and inhale the fresh notes of pink roses.

Thank you Chris for 2 years.
For fresh coffee when I so badly need it. Thank you for beautiful roses and tickets to see a ballet show! It slows me down, and make me appreciate you even more each day.


Monday, 12 February 2018

Musical bliss

Of all the musical instruments in the world, a violin always have this deeply moving influence on me, this unexplainable feeling in my heart, making my soul want to expand and bring me to happy tears.
Yesterday was no different when we enjoyed the classical sounds of the renowned Cape Philharmonic Orchestra’s magical melodies. My soul was spoiled with a beautiful violin rendition. Surrounded with world-class flora and the silhouette of the majestic Table Mountain it was a perfect evening with music, sights and spending time with my favourite person.